Yea. real nigga shit. RNS
Yea. real nigga shit... RNS
We just wanted to make it, we thinking 'bout that Benz
Fur coats and the Rolex that them hustlers in
We ain't know, we was gonna' have to take prison chances in order
To be in the hood and start advancing
But niggas was ready, so we did it
Went outside with the heater strapped to our waist, we with it
What is it gonna' cost my nigga a brick?
Can we get consignment on that bitch?
Who knows, I just know, fast forward
Ten years later, my niggas locked up behind them walls
It seems like I'm the only one that escaped, but barely
'Cause I could've been the one that got caught
I got some niggas that is never coming back
They went to war in the hood like Iraq
But they look a loss, instead of taking a charge
I guess it's either death or behind bars
It's all the same
'Cause if you get locked up and you do football numbers
Will might not see you again
Where it pours it rains
Me and my niggas we done been through the struggle
We never wanna' see that shit again
But until then... we still gotta' take chances
'Cause none of us really got the f*cking answer
On how a nigga gonna' get up out the dirt
And really make sure that we get all that money and count it
We pray to God for our blessings
But we outside on the corner like He never answered
Maybe He did, but who knows
I got my eye on the S550 all white Benz (yea)
With the brown interior I see myself in (yea)
But nine to fives ain't for a nigga, I hate that shit (yea)
I punch the clock for a couple of months, now I'm tired of it
Back to the block with the rocks, and the fire homie
Blue Martinez - RNS, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Yea. real nigga shit. RNS
Yea. real nigga shit... RNS
We just wanted to make it, we thinking 'bout that Benz
Fur coats and the Rolex that them hustlers in
We ain't know, we was gonna' have to take prison chances in order
To be in the hood and start advancing
But niggas was ready, so we did it
Went outside with the heater strapped to our waist, we with it
What is it gonna' cost my nigga a brick?
Can we get consignment on that bitch?
Who knows, I just know, fast forward
Ten years later, my niggas locked up behind them walls
It seems like I'm the only one that escaped, but barely
'Cause I could've been the one that got caught
I got some niggas that is never coming back
They went to war in the hood like Iraq
But they look a loss, instead of taking a charge
I guess it's either death or behind bars
It's all the same
'Cause if you get locked up and you do football numbers
Will might not see you again
Where it pours it rains
Me and my niggas we done been through the struggle
We never wanna' see that shit again
But until then... we still gotta' take chances
'Cause none of us really got the f*cking answer
On how a nigga gonna' get up out the dirt
And really make sure that we get all that money and count it
We pray to God for our blessings
But we outside on the corner like He never answered
Maybe He did, but who knows
I got my eye on the S550 all white Benz (yea)
With the brown interior I see myself in (yea)
But nine to fives ain't for a nigga, I hate that shit (yea)
I punch the clock for a couple of months, now I'm tired of it
Back to the block with the rocks, and the fire homie
Yea. real nigga shit... RNS
We just wanted to make it, we thinking 'bout that Benz
Fur coats and the Rolex that them hustlers in
We ain't know, we was gonna' have to take prison chances in order
To be in the hood and start advancing
But niggas was ready, so we did it
Went outside with the heater strapped to our waist, we with it
What is it gonna' cost my nigga a brick?
Can we get consignment on that bitch?
Who knows, I just know, fast forward
Ten years later, my niggas locked up behind them walls
It seems like I'm the only one that escaped, but barely
'Cause I could've been the one that got caught
I got some niggas that is never coming back
They went to war in the hood like Iraq
But they look a loss, instead of taking a charge
I guess it's either death or behind bars
It's all the same
'Cause if you get locked up and you do football numbers
Will might not see you again
Where it pours it rains
Me and my niggas we done been through the struggle
We never wanna' see that shit again
But until then... we still gotta' take chances
'Cause none of us really got the f*cking answer
On how a nigga gonna' get up out the dirt
And really make sure that we get all that money and count it
We pray to God for our blessings
But we outside on the corner like He never answered
Maybe He did, but who knows
I got my eye on the S550 all white Benz (yea)
With the brown interior I see myself in (yea)
But nine to fives ain't for a nigga, I hate that shit (yea)
I punch the clock for a couple of months, now I'm tired of it
Back to the block with the rocks, and the fire homie
Writer: Blue Martinez
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